Chapter 95

Jesse closed the door as he left, and only then did Isabella reopen the examination report in her hand.

She flipped through the pages one by one, and none of the issues she was worried about were present.

But her face turned blush from what she saw, and even her ears felt warm.

Isabella read through all the pages without missing a single one, and finally, she slammed her hand on the table.

She realized that Michael had done this on purpose to show off to her.

She just wanted to know if he had any health issues, who cared about his stamina, length, or hardness? He even did the sperm motility test.

He was really confident. Was he so sure he could get her pregnant in one go?

Isabella took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and dialed the number she had memorized long ago.

The call was answered almost instantly, as if he had been waiting for her call. Michael's deep, sexy voice came through the phone. "So, are you satisfied with the results?"

Hearing his extremely proud tone, Isabella's suppressed anger flared up. "Mr. Brown, you didn't think I would believe a fake report you sent me, did you?"

Michael chuckled mischievously, not taking her bait at all. "Isabella, you should be able to tell if it's real or not. After all, you've experienced it firsthand, haven't you?"

Michael's words were full of innuendo, and the temperature on Isabella's face never went down.

"Besides, you made the appointment for me. If I didn't go, who knows what you'd think behind my back. I had to ease your worries, didn't I?" Although Michael said it as a joke, Isabella couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

She did think that if Michael didn't dare to go, it meant he was hiding something, and she could always used it over him.Unexpectedly, he not only actually went but also did a bunch of tests, every single one.

He hadn't sexual dysfunction, but that didn't mean he could act superior in front of her.

"Michael, you're really funny. I just casually asked, and you couldn't wait to go to the hospital and get such a thorough check-up. Were you scared and eager to prove yourself to me?" At this point, Isabella seemed to think of something and suddenly laughed. "Well, we both know how fast you were that night. How many minutes was it? Too quick, I can't even remember."

Isabella added, "If you have time to do these pointless things, why not add more hush money to the agreement? For the sake of money, I might keep your secret after the divorce and not let your next wife know about your private matters."

That incident of a few minutes was a lifelong stain on Michael's record.

Isabella just had to bring it up in front of him to piss him off.

But Michael wasn't angry at all. He lightly retorted, "So what? You seemed to enjoy it at the time."

Realizing Michael still wouldn't admit defeat, Isabella couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore and hung up.

Only he could treat sex as an honor to brag about.

But since he didn't care about the incident, didn't that mean she could...

The next day, at the Brown Group, Aaron had just finished reporting to Michael and opened the door to see someone avoiding eye contact in a fluster.

They were afraid to even glance at him.

He was puzzled and looked down at himself, finding nothing wrong.

But as he approached his colleagues' desks, those glances reappeared.

Having been by Michael's side for many years, Aaron could tell something was off. He knocked on a desk and asked directly, "What's the big news? Let's me see."

He raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious but with a hint of pressure in his tone.

His colleague looked embarrassed, then scared, and shook his head.

Aaron frowned, "Not talking? Then everyone loses $200 today, and no more chatting in the office."

"Don't, Mr. Hill, I'll tell you, okay?" At the mention of deductions, his colleague forced a smile, glanced around the office, and signaled him to come closer. "Well, I won't say much. Just check the latest newspaper in the break room."

Aaron was about to leave when his colleague reminded him, "Don't say I told you."

Aaron frowned. "Is it that serious?"

His colleague nodded seriously. "Yes!"

Not only his colleague but also those around him looked at him with sympathetic eyes, as if he would be the unlucky one if he went.

As Michael's trusted assistant, Aaron usually didn't bother with such trivial matters, but he couldn't resist their mysterious behavior. He decided to check it out.

Five minutes later, Aaron returned to the office. "Mr. Brown, there's big news!"

Michael was on a call with a foreign company, and Aaron's outburst interrupted him. He coldly raised an eyebrow, scaring Aaron.

Michael said something to the other party and hung up, then looked at the flustered Aaron. "This better be important, or you'll lose your bonus this month."

Aaron swallowed and quickly handed over the newspaper. "Mr. Brown, you should see for yourself."

Michael frowned at him. Aaron was usually efficient; what was wrong with him today?

He picked up the newspaper, about to read, when Aaron cautiously reminded him, "It's on the front page."

Michael's brow twitched, and he looked at the top, where a bold red headline stood out.

#Michael Brown's Divorce: The Real Reason is Sexual Dysfunction.#

Michael spread out the newspaper to read more closely, but he felt a gaze on him.

Seeing this, Aaron quickly looked away, his face serious and righteous. "Mr. Brown, these media outlets will write anything to attract attention, even your private matters. They don't respect our company at all. We must give them a warning, or your dignity will be gone!"

Michael's eyes were deep. "What do you suggest?"

"Of course, we should issue a public statement and send legal notices to those media outlets." Aaron thought they definitely couldn't admit it.

After all, this was about Michael's male pride. If Michael admitted it, how could he face anyone in the future?

But before Aaron could finish, Michael's icy gaze shut him up. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think not enough people know about this?"

People tended to believe what they saw; no one cared about the truth.

Once the legal notices were sent, it would "confirm" his dysfunction.

"Aaron, I need to reconsider your competence."